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her purse had a large gold clasp sweaty knuckles, she gripped it so tight keeping the key to her heart's hasp in a blackened place, away from the light self-defense was her way of life that no one else could really know for emotion is the invisible knife that can cut with the simplest "Hello".
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May 19, 2023
May 19, 2023 at 12:43 AM UTC
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her purse had a large gold clasp sweaty knuckles, she gripped it so tight keeping the key to her heart's hasp in a blackened place, away from the light self-defense was her way of life that no one else could really know for emotion is the invisible knife that can cut with the simplest "Hello".
Gant Haverstick 2023
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May 19, 2023
May 19, 2023 at 12:43 AM UTC
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